W. Barrett Munn
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Tea That Tastes of PeanutsA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** My Earl Grey is made. Do made men in Sicily sip tea? Or are they made to guzzle rot-gut whiskey where volcanic smok.. |
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(A-89) The Man Who Bought and Sold Houses (pfp)A Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** He thought of himself as oneof his grandmother’s gewgaws, neverquite finding the right place on the shelfto fit in, picked up and.. |
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The Younger BrotherA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I had a brother. I don't any longer. Between those two is a story but you don't want to hear a story do you? .. |
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Chips and DipsA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** His nose is wide and flat, (this abomination that adorns our kitchen), and it covers about a third of his face. His h.. |
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DiffuseA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** As the day is born,regardlesswhere I lookthere's gentlenessin the lightthat holdsclose the Granny Smith applesand barely brushes t.. |
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Circadian RhythmA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** My drums beat a Circadian rhythm attuned to the night, late evening when amperes and volts become shocks of blazing d.. |
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High in the Desert HeatA Poem by W. Barrett Munn***The eyelid crust of an all nightpartier, I excavate and I sigh. Nightstill inside me. The wineI pissed away. Should I wakeher or let her lie with h.. |
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Would BeA Poem by W. Barrett Munn***Anagrams are my antithesis.I don't do crossword puzzles.Can I still be a poet?My vocabulary has limitations.I've never read Lamentations.Nor Hardy... |
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The BeesA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The bees have annexed the birdbath but want no water, no more than that already gathered at the bottom after two.. |
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A Last DayA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** It is an interesting question they've tossed out on television - what would you do if you knew this was the last day of.. |
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